Chapter 6
Milo woke to find Robert’s head pillowed on his chest, his arm around his middle, and his leg inserted between his. He peered down his nose to see the man who had turned his life inside out. He sifted his fingers through those dark curls and felt an odd sadness settle in his chest. Was this really love? This feeling of all consuming need yet all-encompassing fear that he would die should it end? When Robert tired of him, tired of his nasty tongue, his nasty ways, and his immobility what would he do. He tried to imagine living in the house alone again and couldn’t. Tried to imagine not having Robert by his side and couldn’t. How long had he got? A week? A year? A day? He remembered the day his mother left him. He’d thought his heart might break when she ignored his pleas, his tea
